I'm Not Superstitious, But Bad Things Do Seem to Happen in Threes

I'm really not.  I'll pet black cats, walk under ladders, step on cracks.  I mean, I don't go out of my way to do those things, but I'll do it.  Probably the most superstitious thing I ever did was pass on buying a house with the address 13 Elm Street, lol. :)  That was pushing it a bit, even for me.

I have noticed, though, that the "Bad Things Happen in Threes" superstition tends to hold true.  Ok, you can really kind of reach and find 3 misfortunes that happen at once and make it true, but I tend to notice that it was true after the fact rather than waiting for the second or third hammer to fall.

So today, I took off work (sub plans are a bear to write, by the way, and I had to go in this morning anyway to make all the copies and stuff) to take poor, sick Curly Jones to the doctor.  She has had a nasty, wet cough and has been complaining of ear pain.  Tootsie Roll was Ear Infection Queen by the time she got ear tubes at 15 months, but CJ has been pretty lucky about avoiding this particular malady.

Anyway, I went to the dr expecting a diagnosis of ear infection.  Which she got... doubly (both ears are infected).  And the doctor said she is wheezing on both sides, which means we went home the proud new owners of a nebulizer along with some pretty potent antibiotics.  So it never occurred to me that I should be waiting for a third issue, but a little while after we got home, I went in the laundry room to get a load of wash started.  Antsy little CJ did not stay 5 feet away on the couch in the den, but instead followed me in and decided that opening the dryer would be fun.  You know how dryer doors stick... on purpose?  Well, she yanked really hard and it came flying open.  Right into her face.  Enter massive nosebleed.

Fortunately, CJ is one happy kid and was not overly phased by nasty Amoxicillan ("This medicine is good!"), 10-minute stints with the nebulizer mask on her face ("Tell me a story, Mommy."), or massive nosebleeds, apparently ("Am I still blooding?").  Definitely a trooper.

On a funnier note, tonight Tootsie Roll and I were reading Gooseberry Park and in the middle of a chapter, she stopped reading and said, "She started a sentence with the word 'and'?  That's very unusual for someone who is a professional author."  Ahh, T-Roll.  My consummate rule-follower! ;)